Pass on a poem


Wallace Stevens, (American, 1879-1955)

I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.

From Wallace Stevens Selected Poems. 2010. London: Faber and Faber
Chosen by Linda Taylor


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